Sinatra in Hollywood; photographed by Yul Brynner in
1964.
Courtesy of Victoria Brynner/Trunk Archive.
December 12 (circle the date, baby) will mark the
hundredth anniversary of Frank Sinatra’s birth in a humble little manger in
Hoboken, New Jersey. To remind the rest of us cats that it’s Sinatra’s century,
we’re just living in it, comes James Kaplan’s Sinatra: The Chairman (Doubleday),
the avidly awaited follow-up toFrank: The Voice (2010), the first
volume of Kaplan’s compendious biography of the crooner turned kingpin. As its
title suggests, Sinatra: The Chairman, excerpted here, covers
the conversion and consolidation of vocal genius and stardom into cultural and
political power, with plenty of dames on the side. It charts the rebound of
Sinatra’s ailing career after his Academy Award-winning performance in From
Here to Eternity to his final repose near Palm Springs, where he is
rumored to have been buried with a bottle of Jack Daniel’s, a pack of Camels,
and a Zippo lighter, just in case he wanted to make ring-a-ding-ding after the
Resurrection.
“Make yourself at home, Frank. Hit somebody” was
insult comic Don Rickles’s famous taunt, and The Chairman is a
bruising record of Sinatra’s greatest hits, feuds, and romances gone flooey.
The Rat Pack (Sammy, Dino, the hapless Peter Lawford), Ava Gardner, Mia Farrow,
Marilyn Monroe, Elvis Presley, J.F.K., R.F.K., L.B.J., Ronald Reagan, Mob boss
Sam Giancana—they’re all here playing their historical parts, a Sgt.-Pepper-album-cover
memorial assemblage of postwar America in action. Yet The Chairman never
neglects the fact that beneath the fisticuffs and tabloid scandals Frank
Sinatra was first and foremost an artist, as soulful and committed an original
as this country will ever produce.
http://www.vanityfair.com/hollywood/2015/10/frank-sinatra-100th-birthday-the-chairman-bio#1
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